আর্কাইভস আর্কাইভস ৩৯

Poems

Elegance in the New Air

O chalice of life's bitterness, be sweetened,

O path of knowledge, let me roam,

In my autumn, spring gently awakens,

A luminous dawn of impending morn,

With the rapture of exultation with new discovery ,

Brimming with joy amidst the sorrow,

On the path of erudition to traverse,

Charts the arid expanse of my wanderings,

Pondering the goblet of life's acerbic elixir,

As nectarous wine I relish in reflection,

To create eloquent declarations of affection,

The ember's glow swirls within my dominion,

In the cresting wave of celestial refuge,

The ardent quest stirs a pursuit,

Eve of heart's delight to ease the curious eye,

For the mind to be devoid of care amidst chaos,

I may inhale the essence of nascent renewal.

Sajid Hussain from Pakistan ©

Life Offers

Life breathes its soft sigh of existence,

Bestowing the crown jewel of every instant,

A salve to the soul and mind,

The divine devotion of the Divine,

And His designs manifest repository of love,

Parents’ hands cradle us with unwavering care,

Life lavishes with its luminous light and love,

Dawn awakens the day with a radiant smile,

Night wraps us in its serene embrace,

Trees' shadows murmur with ethereal grace,

These cycles craft a carousel of charm,

A lighthouse guides towards ambition and purpose,

Acts of kindness explode within life’s fabric,

Nature’s splendor surpasses all imaginations,

With humanity’s core essence of existence,

Infusing life with the elixir of essence,

The joyous sorrow of friends with innocent wisdom,

Laughter echoes with a child’s giggle,

Touches warm us, excitement ignites,

Steer souls through the labyrinth of destiny,

Endowing the fortitude to rise and stand resolute,

Life grants wise foolishness through each descent,

Life's crucible forges sagacity and resilience,

Guide life on a mythic journey of transformation,

Life offers on the path of blooming new themes.

Sajid Hussain Pakistan ©

The Alchemy of Being

Where am I, where resides the essence of life?

Stone upon stone, abyss within abyss,

Rocks upon rocks, darkness upon darkness,

Puzzles within puzzles, hurdles upon hurdles,

Mazes entwined, trials without end,

Veils upon veils, wrapped in secrecy,

A chiseled facade of an entrapped spirit,

A mosaic of shades enwraps the essence,

A sculpted mask of a bound spirit,

A tapestry of hues envelops the soul,

Brimming with shapeless dread,

Yet alive with colours,

Cold rigidity masked by swirling mists,

Breaths fractured, inhales disrupted,

Roughness threads through time and kinship,

The heart yearns for a realm unexplored,

A rite unfolds in the theater of existence,

Resisting the gravity of former selves,

Embracing alchemy as the path to transcendence.

A world aches to excavate the core of its being,

Probing the depths of existence to unravel the mysteries.

Sajid Hussain from Pakistan ©

About the Poet

Globally published, recognized, acclaimed, awarded, appreciated and featured, Dr. Sajid Hussain hails from Pakistan, was born on 01_02_1969 at Morgah Rawalpindi. He is a well-educated and multidisciplinary Poet,Admin of many poetry groups .He is a Master Trainer of "Low Cost and No Cost of Science Material" Homeo Doctor, senior teacher of Chemistry in FDE, and Ex-Principal of Jinnah Public School Morgah Rawalpindi . He has done several courses and received many certificates from UNICEF, CIDA and USAID programs. Sajid Hussain is a promising Poet already participating in innumerable poetry contests world-wide, he won many certificates of excellence.the list of his achievements and titles he has earned is quite long.His poety is published in world famous print and electronic magazines, journals, newspapers, websites, blogs and anthologies. He is author of Acquist Of Life,Parlance, Cloud Nine Fantasia and other anthologies.Co-author of:

Nationally :

To The Sea Shores,Tears of Despair, Cherishing Memories Volume 1 & ll,The Bliss of Factor,Tales of Heart,, Patie

nce of the Torn,Voiceless Words ect.

*Collected from the poet by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

১০:০৫ এএম, ১৩ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ বৃহস্পতিবার

রাহানের শতরানে রনজি সেমিতে মুম্বই

০৫:৩৪ পিএম, ১২ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ বুধবার

ট্রেন চালানোর সময় মোবাইল নিষিদ্ধ

০৫:২১ পিএম, ১২ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ বুধবার

Poem - The Rainbow

The Rainbow

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi (Pakistan)

See see see sight,

Which is very bright.

Having fallen the sleet,

The rain bow does me greet.

Its colours are bright,

They live above in the height.

I am in mother's lap,

Seeing it I happily clap.

রংধনু

ড. মোহাম্মদ ইসহাক আব্বাসি (পাকিস্তান)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

দেখো দেখো দেখো দৃশ্য

যা খুবই দীপ্ত

ঝরে পড়ে শিলাবৃষ্টি,

বৃষ্টি ধনুক আমাকে অভ্যর্থনা জানায়।

এর রংগুলো উজ্জ্বলময়,

তারা বাস করে উপরে উচ্চতায়।

আমি আছি মায়ের কোলেতে,

এটি দেখে আমি হাততালি দি খুশিতে।

*এই কবিতাটি ইংরেজি থেকে বাংলায় অনুবাদ করা হয়েছে মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ - এর দ্বারা অরঙ্গাবাদ, মুর্শিদাবাদ পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত থেকে

(This poem has been translated into Bengali from English by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India)*

Dr.Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi (Islamabad, Kahuta, Pakistan)

He is a world recognized poet and writer. He writes in English languages and an active member of various literary and creative platforms. His writings are part of several international and national magazines, journals, anthologies and newspapers. He has won many awards in his write ups.Resently he won 3rd place in official international literary competition named Friedrich von shiller from Germany 2024.

০৪:৫৪ পিএম, ১২ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ বুধবার

Poems

The Delicious Food Of Paradise

Dr.Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi (Pakistan)

In deep silence, it was a very cold winter evening.

Like cotton balls,across the sky,،clouds were scattered.

The birds were flying against the wind.

I was traveling in a valley with the bale of necessities.

In which food items were also included.

Sat under a tree due to fatigue.

And slowly I built a hearth of stones

Gathered wood and lit a fire.

Nearby I took water in a pot from the flowing stream

And happily started making tea.

Seeing the heat of the fire,

Some wild animals and birds came.

They sat around the hearth near me.

And started enjoying the warmth of the fire.

It was as if they were familiar with me.

I was sipping hot tea.

And I was enjoying this situation in my heart.

I felt the intensity of their hunger in my heart.

Immediately opened the bale،

And distributed the food items among them.

They got busy eating

After eating quickly, they started dancing happily.

This way of their happiness made me happy too.

If you will make the people of the earth happy and feed the needy.

Allah Almighty will make you happy،

And bless you with the delicious food of Paradise.

Monkeys

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi

It was dusk and the entire forest was silent

Suddenly the cuckoo started singing for a moment.

There I saw a lot of monkeys by flowing stream,

They communicated through grunt and scream.

Used all four limbs to leap from tree to tree,

Mentally they seemed very happy and free.

Lived both in the tree and on the ground,

Physically they were tricky, skillful and sound.

Fought for each other and took care of one another,

Spent lot of time together and ate together.

Some monkeys were gentle and some were aggressive,

While some were naughty and some were very pensive.

They were known for their playful and energetic Nature,

Carried their babies on their shoulders and did nurture.

Often had a sense of humor and liked to make others laugh,

They conveyed a message of peace and security on their behalf.

A Majestic Lion

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi

While strolling in the green lush forest,

Where I saw a lion that was the loveliest.

He had pointed ears and sharp claws,

With long tail lufted end and four paws.

In the cat family,seemed a large mammal,

He was sound, scary and majestic animal.

Had thick mane around neck and head,

Daily slept up to many hours a day on his bed.

He always ran fast to catch his fresh prey,

Pleased to take naps,hunt,stare and play.

Ate deers,stags,zebras,cows and antelope,

Avoided hopelessness and clings to hope,

His roar could be heard as far as away,

Didn't bargain on his dignity night and day.

No one dared to look in to his thick eyes,

Seeing him،spontauueously every one would cries

He was considered as powerful king of jungle,

Against all kinds of adversity, had to struggle .

A Rooster

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi

I saw a beautiful rooster in a green place,

Which always fluttered with a lot of grace.

Crest was on his head which Allah blessed,

In inky black and golden he was dressed.

He had a brown rough and sharp claw,

All others worked under his oversaw.

At intervals,drank water and chewed grain,

With strong wings,he was happy in the rain.

He was in love with his lovely spouse,

Himself ate less and fed her more in house

Daily slept on time and crowed on time,

Aha! he was getting past his prime.

In his voice there was no crack

Didn't look weak, coward and slack.

Differentiated between familiar and unfamiliar,

Preferred a good friend and hated a liar.

Liked to follow someone 's good advice,

He Always seemed ready to sacrifice.

Dr.Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi (Islamabad, Kahuta, Pakistan)

He is a world recognized poet and writer. He writes in English languages and an active member of various literary and creative platforms. His writings are part of several international and national magazines, journals, anthologies and newspapers. He has won many awards in his write ups.Resently won 3rd place in official international literary competition named Friedrich von shiller from Germany 2024.

*Collected from the poet by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৮:২৭ এএম, ১২ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ বুধবার

Poem - The Bliss of Full Moon Night

The Bliss of Full Moon Night

Dr. Sudipta Mishra

At the onset of the first full moon day of Aswin Month

We celebrate the much-awaited carnival of our hearts

Young girls of Odisha cherish for their would-be partners

Together they cheer for a twinkling future

With the silky, shiny moon of the azure sky

They dance and sing with spirits high

Soaring moods exalt their emotions

They chant and fast with sheer devotion

‘Kumar Purnima’ is coming soon

In October, the maidens of Odisha find reasons for celebration

With floral design and decorated with fireworks illustration

They glorify the Sun and the Moon

The people of Odisha

Also welcome Goddess Laxmi

For fortune in abundant

And multitude of good fame,

They drape themselves

With new dresses

Together they gather around the basil tree with 'Aakash Deep'

While creating an illusion of falling down of glorious flame to Earth from Heaven

Footnotes

Kumar Purnima – In Odisha, it’s a much awaited celebration of young girls as they perform rituals to get perfect partners . For getting attractive husbands they pray to the moon.

*Akash Deep

During Kartik month this lamp is lit near the basil plant inside an earthenware dish

About the Poetess:

Sudipta Mishra is a versatile artist known for her work as a poet, translator, reviewer and editor.

She has authored many books including titles like " The Essence of Life" and"The Songs of My Heart". Her recent book, "Beyond the Pandemic", explores the impact of covid 19. Mishra has received prestigious awards such as the Rabindranath Tagore Memorial, Mahadevi Verma Sahitya Siromani Award . She advocates social justice in her writings and is pursuing a PhD degree in English .

*Collected from the poetess by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৬:১২ পিএম, ১১ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ মঙ্গলবার

Poem - Pain And the World

Pain And the World

Dr. Sudipta Mishra ( India)

They see your pain as light as feathers

But daily, you bargain with loads of painful chapters

You know the pain that never leaves you free

The baggage of pain, always you carry

They think that it's so easy to bury

The bloody stains of pain from the tracks of your memory

They treat it as an imbalanced glass of wine

You hold the pain that sets you apart from them

For millions of years, pain has chosen only one person

With grace,

you have been there for embracing pain

By shocking everyone

in the waiting room

While absorbing,

the nectar of pain

You have emerged as a warrior of the foul life's game!

©®Sudipta Mishra

ব্যথা এবং বিশ্ব

ড. সুদীপ্ত মিশ্র (ওড়িশা, ভারত)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

তারা তোমার কষ্টকে হালকা করে দেখে পালকের মতো

কিন্তু প্রতিদিন, তুমি বেদনাদায়ক অধ্যায়ের বোঝা নিয়ে দর কষাকষি কর

তুমি জানো না সেই ব্যথা যা তোমাকে কখনই মুক্ত করে না

যন্ত্রণার মালপত্র, সর্বদা তুমি বহন কর

তারা মনে করে যে কবর দেওয়া অত্যন্ত সহজ

তোমার স্মৃতির চিহ্ন থেকে বেদনার রক্তাক্ত ছোপ

তারা এটিকে ভারসাম্যহীন মদের গ্লাস হিসাবে বিবেচনা করে

তুমি সেই যন্ত্রণাকে ধরে রাখো যা তোমাকে তাদের থেকে আলাদা করে

লক্ষ লক্ষ বছর ধরে, বেদনা কেবল একজনকেই বেছে নিয়েছে

করুণার সাথে,

তুমি ব্যথাকে আলিঙ্গন করার জন্য রয়েছ সেখানে

প্রত্যেককে চমকে দিয়ে

বিশ্রামাগারে

শোষণ করার সময়ে,

ব্যথার অমৃত

জীবনের অশ্লীল খেলার যোদ্ধা হয়ে তুমি বাহির হয়েছ!

*এই কবিতাটি ইংরেজি থেকে বাংলায় অনুবাদ করা হয়েছে মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ - এর দ্বারা অরঙ্গাবাদ, মুর্শিদাবাদ পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত থেকে

(This poem has been translated into Bengali from English by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India)*

০৫:১৭ পিএম, ১১ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ মঙ্গলবার

রাজ্য স্তরে সুযোগ ফারাক্কার নাহিদা পারভীনের।

১০:১২ এএম, ১১ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ মঙ্গলবার

Poems

Homecoming

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Trinidad and Tobago

Coming home after endless years,

Time dissolves, yet reappears.

Familiar streets, once worn by feet,

Whisper stories bittersweet.

Walls remember laughter’s song,

Echoes where we once belonged.

The mango tree, old yet bold,

Still guards secrets never told.

Faces greet with joy anew,

But shadows linger in their view.

Memories blend with present day,

As time rewinds and fades away.

Coming home, a sacred quest,

A heart once restless, now at rest.

©® Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

The Beauty of Less

With age, wisdom softly blooms,

Life’s lessons etched in quiet rooms.

Each moment, a patient guide,

Teaching truths we can't deny.

Complex paths once held allure,

Now simplicity feels more pure.

Chaos fades when we release

The need for noise, the thirst for ease.

Toxic spaces lose their hold,

As hearts seek warmth, not bitter cold.

Stress dissolves like morning mist,

When joy and peace exist.

Less is more—a timeless truth,

Not measured by fleeting youth,

But by love, sincere and bright,

And souls aligned with God's pure light.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Her Return

She walked in alone,

a shadow of strength wrapped in silence,

bearing the weight of whispers unseen

the past lingering like smoke in the air.

Eyes pierced her skin,

curious, cold, judgmental,

etching questions they dared not ask aloud:

Who is she? Why is she here?

They spoke of her,

not knowing it was she standing there.

She was eye-catching,

no eyes could miss her beauty,

the sophistication woven seamlessly

with simplicity and grace.

Her humble ways shimmered quietly,

yet the energy of her presence

lit up the room like dawn breaking.

They gossiped,

voices laced with venom,

forgetting truth has a way

of slipping through cracks.

How quick they were to cast stones

at what they didn’t understand.

Then she stood face to face

with an aunt who remembered

joy unveiled itself like dawn breaking.

Their laughter shattered the hush,

turning suspicion into shame.

One by one, they lowered their eyes,

their words folding in on themselves.

This was the woman

they washed their mouths with,

the one they abandoned,

dismissed as "never enough."

But here she was,

more than they had dreamed,

more than their limited minds imagined.

She had climbed mountains alone,

built empires from ashes,

and still, her heart remained soft,

untouched by bitterness.

They bowed their heads,

not in reverence, but in regret,

for their words had betrayed them,

and now truth stood unshaken before them.

Her journey was never about revenge,

but triumph

the quiet, sacred kind

that blooms within the soul.

And as they watched her walk on,

humble yet fierce,

they learned this truth:

No fire born of judgment

can consume a spirit that refuses to break.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Ephemeral Journey

We are all here for a time,

Some paths brief, some climb sublime.

Each step a story, each breath a gift,

Moments we cherish, memories swift.

Time moves like shadows across the land,

Slipping like grains from an open hand.

We laugh, we love, we rise, we fall,

The echoes linger but life stands tall.

Appreciate each fleeting day,

While heartbeats dance and voices stay.

For every dawn, though bright and clear,

Holds whispers of what we hold dear.

So take the time to see, to feel,

To heal, to cherish, to make life real.

As many we've known have come and gone,

Their light extinguished but never withdrawn.

Let love and kindness mark your way,

A legacy left when time can't stay.

For while we walk this mortal shore,

Life calls us home forevermore.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

When Love Changes

Love unites, but life divides,

It pulls close, then shifts tides.

Two hearts together, a perfect dance,

Yet life’s sharp edges break the trance.

Love, so pure, can twist to hate,

A fragile bond, sealed by fate.

What once was warmth, now feels so cold,

A fiery passion turns bitter and old.

Anger brews where love once grew,

The cracks reveal a harsher view.

Yet in the ashes, embers gleam,

A spark remains—a fragile dream.

For love may bend, and life may strain,

But its essence fights through the pain.

When love changes, let it endure,

A heart’s true strength lies in the pure.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

The Timeless Glow

The beauty of a woman, a gentle flame,

Not bound by fashion, nor tethered to fame.

It’s not in the garments draped with care,

Nor the polished curls of silken hair.

Her beauty dwells in a deeper space,

In the tender light upon her face.

The eyes, a window to love’s embrace,

A gateway to her heart’s true place.

It’s in her soul where treasures shine,

A gift of grace, both rare and divine.

Her caring touch, her passions free,

Reflect the depths of her purity.

With every year, her glow ascends,

A timeless charm that never ends.

For beauty grows with wisdom’s trace,

A radiant soul, a life of grace.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Veil of Sorrow

The heart bleeds,

It bleeds its soul,

A grief so vast,

No end, no goal.

Burdens carried,

Pain within,

A smile conceals

What lies therein.

Silent cries,

A muted hymn,

The weight of loss

Lurks deep and grim.

Yet through the cracks,

A light will gleam,

For even sorrow

Dreams a dream.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Divorce and Death

Two paths diverge in the realm of loss,

Both etched with sorrow, both bearing cost.

One ends a union, the other a life,

Both carve deep wounds, both wield the knife.

Divorce, a rupture, a love undone,

A battle where no victor’s won.

The echoes of vows, now broken, fade,

While hearts bear scars from words mislaid.

Freedom calls, but at what price?

The weight of choices, a soul’s sacrifice.

To part while breathing, yet still alone,

To sever ties, rebuild the known.

A widow or widower, left to grieve,

The heart holds memories it cannot leave.

The love remains, though the form is gone,

A shadow that lingers, dusk till dawn.

No court’s decree, no bitter fight,

Just silent tears in the dead of night.

A chapter closed by time’s cruel hand,

Life’s fragile thread, hard to withstand.

Both bear burdens heavy and true,

Yet each loss writes its own hue.

One offers freedom, the other regret,

Both leave trails we can’t forget.

So whether by law or fate’s decree,

Loss reshapes what we thought we’d be.

For in the end, love’s tender flame,

Burns on in sorrow, just the same.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

The Givers and the Takers

In our lifetime, paths will cross,

With givers of gold, and takers of dross.

Some build us up, their warmth aglow,

While others strip, leave shadows below.

The users come, with cunning disguise,

A glint of need masked in their eyes.

They borrow trust, but give no return,

Lessons etched in hearts that burn.

Then there are losses, silent and deep,

Carving our souls while we silently weep.

Yet in their wake, we rise anew,

Stronger, braver, clearer of view.

For every soul that fades away,

A giver comes to light our way.

Through shadows and light, we learn to see,

The balance of life’s duality.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Lessons in Haste

Sometimes in haste,

We choose our path,

A step too quick,

A shadowed aftermath.

Sometimes it works,

Like a serendipitous chance,

Other times it falters,

A misstep in the dance.

Yet every stumble,

Every twist and turn,

Leaves behind a gift,

A lesson to learn.

For knowledge blooms

From the seeds of pain,

And wisdom grows

Where experience is gained.

So haste may mislead,

But do not despair,

Each choice you make

Leads you somewhere.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Dare to Live

Live with no regrets,

Let courage rise as fear forgets.

Each fleeting moment, bold, pursue,

For life is brief and dreams are true.

Challenge yourself to take the leap,

Awaken passions buried deep.

Risk the fall, embrace the climb,

Savor every fleeting time.

You only live this life but once,

A fleeting spark, a brilliant dance.

So chase the stars, let spirits soar,

Regret will knock—don’t mind the door.

For when the dusk of life appears,

You'll smile through joy and conquered fears.

No what-ifs left to cloud your soul,

Just the triumph of a life made whole.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

When Love Alone Won't Do

Do not wed for love’s sweet glow,

For passion’s flame can flicker low.

Marry when your heart is wise,

And you see the world through steady eyes.

Emotions bloom, then fade away,

But wisdom roots and learns to stay.

A union built on fleeting fire

Won’t withstand life’s rough quagmire.

Choose the path of thoughtful care,

Financial strength and truths laid bare.

For love alone cannot sustain

A marriage forged in joy and pain.

So wait, prepare, and stand secure,

Build a bond that will endure.

Love, though bright, is but a part—

Strength and growth must join the heart.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

When Hearts Unite

A beautiful moment to see,

When two or more in harmony be,

Gathered in His holy name,

Sharing prayers, a common flame.

Together they stand, hands entwined,

Strengthened in spirit, heart, and mind.

Supporting each other through joy or pain,

Their union never forged in vain.

Creating news that uplifts the soul,

Building each other, making whole.

No room for words that tear apart,

Only love flows from heart to heart.

Oh, what a vision, pure and true,

When faith and fellowship renew.

A glimpse of heaven, a divine embrace,

Where peace and kindness find their place.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

The Veil of Truth

They look, they speak,

Their words cut deep.

They ill-speak with fleeting grace,

Masks of doubt upon their face.

They observe, they pry,

Question truth until it’s a lie.

They whisper lies until they bloom,

Turning shadows into room.

But time, a patient hand,

Clears the dust from every strand.

For truth, though buried, will unfold,

Its light more radiant, brave, and bold.

Nothing hides forever,

Not deceit nor clever endeavor.

The veil shall fall, the world will see—

The truth unveiled, eternally free.

©®Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Reflections in Shadows

They judge you by what you wear,

The words you speak, the way you care.

By how you look, where you stray,

In every choice, they find dismay.

They search for flaws, they scrutinize,

Yet fail to see through their own eyes.

For in their gaze, a truth may gleam—

A mirrored self in every beam.

Do they condemn what they despise,

Or fear the truths they can't disguise?

The faults they see in you, so clear,

Are shadows of what they hold near.

©®Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj

*Collected from the poetess by Md Ejaj Ahamed (India)

০৮:৫৫ এএম, ১১ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ মঙ্গলবার

Poems

Health!

Early in the morning

The man runs to build his muscles

And keeps his health.

Early in the morning

The woman runs to make

The flowers bloom

And nature keeps it health!

LIVE SIMPLE

Live simple

Like fishermen

Like port workers

Like porters in the markets

Like street vendors

Like cleaning workers

Like a farmer who takes care of the seedlings of his field

Just as a father takes care of his children.

Live simple

Like textile workers

Like housewives

Like nurses

Like village women

Like mothers who wash, clean, cook

And prepare the dining table with great love.

Live simple

Like the morning breeze

Like a drop of dew

Like a daisy in a green field

Like a piece of cloud

Like a pure spring

Like a stream of clear water

Like a rose bud

Like a wild daffodil.

Live simple

Like an ant embracing a grain of wheat

Like a bee satisfied with the nectar of flowers

Like a colorful butterfly that brings the soul to life

Like a firefly that drives away the darkness

Like a bird building its nest on the tree of life.

Live simple, my friend

And always be on the side of the simple people.

THE RIVER

Oh river

Oh, my dear friend

I come to you

I come humbled and in love.

I open my arms wide and embrace you

I embrace your serenity

Calmness and purity of happiness.

I embrace your flow,

Your hustle and the roar of your depths.

I embrace your foam

Your waves

And the mist flying from the veins of your heart.

Oh river

Oh, my dear friend

I know how much

You have quenched

The thirst of our lives

Our thirsty veins and our parched lips

The thirst of our cracked land

And our thirsty fields.

Oh river

Oh, my dear friend

I know how much you healed our wounds

And our tortured souls.

How much you have patted our backs in adversity

And relieved us of the heavy burden of life.

Oh river

Oh, my dear friend

Oh, friend of poor fishermen´s hooks

Oh, brother of men,

Women and children.

Oh, patron saint of swans

Geese, ducks and their ducklings.

I come to you to be freed from

The deposits of anguish and gloom

To quench the inflammation of this prolonged grief

To wash away my repeated sins

To be a child again and again

And be baptized with your water.

Oh river

What reassurance you send in the soul?

What peace and quiet?

What joy?

What happiness?

Go river

Go my dear friend

And sweep with you

Straw

Dryness

Thirst

And tumours that hurt the body of the earth.

Go my friend!

I will always love you

We will love you forever.

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About the Poet:

Hussein Habasch is a poet from Afrin, Kurdistan. His poems have been translated into more than 35 languages, and has had his poetry published in a large number of international poetry anthologies, more than 150 anthologies. He has a large number of books, many of which have been translated into international. He participated in many international festivals of poetry including: Colombia, Nicaragua, France, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Germany, Romania, Lithuania, Morocco, Ecuador, El Salvador, Kosovo, Macedonia, Costa Rica, Slovenia, China, Taiwan, Cuba, Sweden, New York City, Sarajevo, Greece, Albania, Cyprus, India... Recipient of the Great Kurdish Poet Hamid Bedirkhan Award, awarded by the General Union of Kurdish Writers and Journalists. As well as the International “Bosnian Stećak” award for Poetry, awarded by the Bosnia and Herzegovina Writers Union. Kathak International Literary Award from Bangladesh, it is given him at the World Thinkers and Writers for Peace Forum in Kolkata, India.

*Collected from the poet by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৮:৩৪ এএম, ১১ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ মঙ্গলবার

Poem - Revolution

Revolution

Abeera Mirza (Pakistan)

Join the fight for what is right,

Rise up and surprise the night.

Let's be united, let's be united,

Raise Your Voice, Make a Choice

Abeera Mirza (Pakistan)

We change the course of history,

Our struggle is the part of a longer story.

Revolution is our stand,

We have hands in our hands.

We are here for humanity,

In this march, we demand equality.

Let's break the chains of oppression.

Let's raise our voices and make an expression.

Everyone deserves to be free.

We choose to resist with glee

Unity is strength, don't see?

We are one, we are changed to be.

Join the freedom spree.

©Abeera Mirza

About the Poetess:

Abeera Mirza from Pakistan who was born on 16th January 2001 in Sargodha, Pakistan. She is an English literature gold medalist, teacher, and poet. Her words have inspired healing, with contributions to over 200 anthologies and international magazines. A jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India, Abeera's writing touches lives, bringing change and healing hearts.

*Collected from the Poetess by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৮:০২ এএম, ১১ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ মঙ্গলবার

Poem - Lies In Your Eyes

Lies In Your Eyes

Abeera Mirza (Pakistan)

Behind those eyes

I saw your lies

I asked you one time

But you neglected me that time

I wonder why?

Why did you lie?

It brought pain

And it's making me insane

Make it stop

My patience is about to pop

Like a leaf from a tree

Falling bit by bit until it flees

As time passes by

I said "this is it"

You pushed me at my limit

Until everything ended with a simple "Goodbye"

©Abeera Mirza

তোমার চোখে মিথ্যা

আবিরা মির্জা (পাকিস্তান)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

সেই চোখের আড়ালে

আমি তোমার মিথ্যা দেখেছিলাম

তোমাকে একবার জিজ্ঞেস করেছিলাম

কিন্তু তুমি সেই সময় আমাকে অবহেলা করেছিলে

আমি বিস্মিত হই কেন?

মিথ্যা বলেছিলে কেন?

এটি এনেছিল কষ্ট

আর এটি আমাকে করছে উন্মত্ত

এটা বন্ধ করো

আমার ধৈর্য ভাঙ্গতে চলেছে

গাছের পাতার মতো

পলায়ন না হওয়া পর্যন্ত একটু একটু করে ঝরে পড়ছে

যতই সময় যায়

আমি বললাম "এটাই"

তুমি আমাকে ঠেলে দিয়েছ আমার সীমায়

যতক্ষণ না সবকিছু একটি সাধারণ "বিদায়" দিয়ে শেষ হয়

*এই কবিতাটি ইংরেজি থেকে বাংলায় অনুবাদ করা হয়েছে মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ - এর দ্বারা অরঙ্গাবাদ, মুর্শিদাবাদ পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত থেকে। (This poem has been translated into Bengali from English by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India)*

About the Poetess:

Abeera Mirza from Pakistan who was born on 16th January 2001 in Sargodha, Pakistan. She is an English literature gold medalist, teacher, and poet. Her words have inspired healing, with contributions to over 200 anthologies and international magazines. A jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India, Abeera's writing touches lives, bringing change and healing hearts.

০৮:০০ এএম, ১১ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ মঙ্গলবার

Short story: Destination Error

Turkia Loussif (Algeria)

He puts a bouquet of roses in the broken vase, the pot was from the remains of his wife, who left without receiving farewell ceremonies worthy of them, scattered the leaves of roses that he received in a small party limited minutes

Thank you for spending so long working hard at the postman job.

Knocking on the door to receive an envelope from the postman and he was a young man in the prime of life, invited him to enter and gave him a cup of coffee

The young man was examining the old man early while he was touching the vase gently and sipping his coffee,,

I advise you to buy a pot to put the bouquet of roses, and around his gaze to the young man watching his reaction

The young man is still silent, and the old man burst out laughing

You might say what this old man says, but never mind

Open the envelope and read the content

It was an invitation to attend a week-long meeting with old friends in a hotel that witnessed their quarrels and relationships with women who frequented this small village where Badri breathed and met his wife, who accepted him as a husband with a bouquet of flowers and a simple ring.

He managed the numbers, fixed telephone oven and answered the receptionist

Your room is reserved sir, we are waiting for you to come

How many friends do I know?!

There are three of them, sir.

Three friends are still alive, and the fourth is early.

The young postman leaves after he tightens his grip on the old man, shaking hands and thanking him for the pleasure of coffee

A hot bath, and extracted from his closet his wedding suit, which remained in good condition, he tried to tie the tie but did not succeed so he threw it aside, and went out to the big street, stopped a taxi and negotiated with the driver in the taxi

It's a seven-hour ride and I want to take it alone, I don't want to listen to more passenger stories that they create in the back chair.

Wait for me in that café until I refuel the car, I said seven hours and we will reach the village at sunset and you have to buy some purchases, pies and water bottles

The road is still narrow and difficult due to the many zigzags, I became dizzy and nauseous, I asked the driver to stop until I emptied what was in Jovi

The driver said and I also have the same feeling, dizziness and nausea, we have to rest a little, the driver found it an opportunity to open up while contemplating the tired face of the man, but did not return to such a place that was abandoned by its inhabitants a bloody decade ago?

I have friends waiting for me in the small hotel, the air is fresh, I used to frequent this place in my youth and I met my wife and she was from another country and I taught her my language and I spoke and wrote it, she was a writer and records happy events only and ignores the sad ones and her papers are preserved and not yet printed, but I will print them in honor of her departure

A small truck stops, the vendor calls the two people, he took two watermelons from me, the path is empty of walkers as if the village there is abandoned, I woke up for hours and did not see anyone.

The Sheikh with his face pale, how did I receive the call and how did they learn about my retirement that day, I doubt the invitation I received, perhaps a trap, to leave the place immediately.

The pickup truck followed by the taxi, the truck was driving clearly slowly and the driver was unable to overtake it due to the narrow bumpy path, the old man changes his decision, and asks the driver to enter the village and pay him generously, the driver agrees and maneuvers in which he reviews his driving skills and receives praise from the old man

Have you raced cars before, don't say you're a risk-taker, that's what I need for my pulse to stop.

The driver doesn't care about the old man's words as long as the payment will be generously.

The features of a person tied to a tree trunk ending at a high slope, moaning and crying and the sound seems to a young girl, they disembarked and approached the place, she was about to fall and collapsed and clinging to a tight tie on her soft hands and the marks of the whip on her shoulders, the driver opened his mouth to the horror of the scene and yellowed his face, the old man made a quick reading of his companion and said: You are the most cowardly person on earth, let's save her, follow me. ..

The girl, with her tears dried from her eyeballs, glimpses a glimmer of hope for a life that remains, her savior pulls her and apologizes to her because the rescue was done harshly,

The girl throws herself in the old man's lap and gives her a minute to cry and then asks her about her engagements and she replies that she made a mistake on the side while she is a researcher and her car was stolen and violently by a masked person with a hoarse voice but she is fine

He asks her again, did a truck pass in front of you whose owner sells watermelons?

She responds in the affirmative and specifies his specifications, but he did not approach her, but fled from her and did not provide her with assistance, but did the watermelon seller also make a mistake in the destination and there is no sign that we are in the wrong destination

The village is still far away, so the old man repeated, and the hotel is located outside the village and in the middle of the green paradises. I was a postman and I worked for two years and I used to deliver messages to guests. Among them was my wife Melissa, who did not have children with me, and I respected her decision, and she left the house because of a bear quarrel between us. Then I heard that she traveled to her country and died there.

Darkness fell and the three approached the entrance of the hotel exhausted and calm hangs over the place and the reception assistant was not at his place of work and the wall clock indicates three in the morning

The three slept on the sofas prepared to receive the guests, and the help enters, wakes them up and offers them a coffee, and the smile does not leave his face, the help arranges the keys to the rooms: You are too late and the group left, and it appears that you have established a wonderful family after it

Old man: Who do you mean?

Who is the group?

Help: The old woman Melissa was here and waited for you and then left sad, she was accompanied by a beautiful miss and she was called by my mother

The old woman, but Melissa died thirty years ago or more, where is her room?

He accompanies the assistant and enters the room and finds a picture of the old Melissa hugging her daughter, the three leave the hotel and meet

.. The watermelon seller tells the old man that the car passed from the same direction, two hours is the walking distance, and the researcher glimpses her car and points to it while crying and screaming: This is my car.

The driver receives the order to speed up and stop the car, so he had what he wanted maneuver, the researcher applauded her a lot, and he pleased this driver

Time stopped in these moments, Melissa is alive and her daughter is with her and she became thirtieth , Badri brought at the time the notebook of the past, you loved me right, then you abandoned me, and you refused to have children from me and then disappeared and your companion announced the news of your death in your country, and you are alive living in another bosom

Betrayal has produced a beautiful girl like her mother

The old woman Melissa dismounts a few steps that make her face to face with the old woman early

You are the one who betrayed me with my friend one day and she was pregnant and I was pregnant too and my friend died and I invited her daughter to see her father and see her sister and even see me to tell her that her mother was a traitor and that she is the fruit of betrayal

And where is my other daughter?

Here she is in front of you, she became a researcher and I invited her as well as you to this disgusting meeting, how many rooms did you break into while you were presenting messages to the inmates?

The driver is exhausted by the old man's romances and shakes his head to the point of ridicule, the postman is more fortunate than me in winning over women

Old man: shut up

Then a slap

The driver gets in his car and calls out to the researcher: "Do you come with me or drive your car with your disgusting father, his disgusting wife, and your dull sister who shows her hostility to you in her looks?"

I'll get my car back from them and we'll do a race

The driver shows his approval and switches the smile

The researcher approaches the miss and retrieves the car key and the race starts while the two old men remain hurling charges of treason.

*Collected from the authoress by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৮:২৯ পিএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

Poem - Restrictions to Motion

Restrictions to Motion

Dr.Ogomegbunam (Nigeria)

The truth must be told,

Nothing hinders motion,

Like restrictions.

It could be thought,health,wealth restrictions,

However,any of this,

Is traumatic and disasterous.

The only way to free motion,

Is the identification of restrictions,

Life becomes easy,

And motion becomes free,

When hindrances are tackled.

Everywhere becomes sweet,

Everywhere becomes smooth,

Everywhere becomes excellent,

Everywhere becomes free,

Where restrictions are not inview.

For Destiny Success,

Identify every restriction,

Dare every restriction,

Fight every restriction,

And move on with speed.

You were born,not to be limited,

You were born, not to be trapped,

You were born,not to be a victim,

Stand strong,

Be formidable,

Take your Place.

Brief Bio:

Dr. Ogomegbunam Success Nwoye has Twelve(12)Honorary Doctorate awards, from Art Literature International Diamond Academy, Hungary, United Nation Center for Peace-Jordan,American Arts,USA. and Good Samaritan Theological Seminary,Al-Bassam UniversityofCulture, Arts and Sciences.A Doctoral Fellow Charttered Institute of Human Resource Management, a Nigerian International Multi Awarded writer,a Professional writer,a Co-Author of many Anthologies, example, Let Me Breathe,published in Kenya by Destiny Ink,Publishers,a Peace Ambassador, a Literary Ambassador, one of the Nigeria Top Poets 2024,by The International Poetry.

He holds BSc Biochemistry, HND Microbiology,B A Theology, MA Theology, MSc,Public Health, Post Graduate CRM,

He was a Senior Lecturer,with Peace College of Health,Otada-Otukpo-Benue State,Nigeria. He was Former Head of Department Medical Laboratory Technology, Peace College of Health,Otada-Benue State-Nigeria..

He was former External Examiner,West African Examinations Council and National Examination Council,a researcher.

He hails from Enugu State,Nigeria.

*Collected from the poet by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৭:৩৮ পিএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

রোহিত অপেক্ষায় ছিলেন এই ইনিংসের

০৫:৩৫ পিএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

জামাইবাবুর হাতে ধর্ষিতা নাবালিকা

০৫:১৮ পিএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

Poems

Flow of Tears

Dr. Laxmikanta Dash (India)

Tear flows unrhymically

Collects memories vehemently

Emotions palpites naturally

Only recognises pain significantly.

Why have you come to me?

Will you want to give agony sea?

What amusement you have given me?

Only, I'm living a loose sad tear queue.

This sweet tear isn't mine

You gave me tear in love swim

I want no return from you

Only, I feel enthrall to see your view.

My love is crystal even if bearing pain

You can't calculate my pain and gain

My life is full of ups and downs

Therefore, I'm unable to wear your love crown.

Gyration Humanity

Dr. Laxmikanta Dash (India)

Perception of humanity has been changing

In the stirring field of human journey

No one concerned with ethical proposition

Importance of humanity dwells in suffocation.

Reference of humanity faded by artificiality

Hammered by wealth, its concept changes into superficiality

Everyone running after name and fame

Humanity stands alone without true gain.

Human mind not stable for receive divine thought

Life isn't measured by money but humanity perspect

Its cycle fulfills by humanitarian values

Generous thought uphills the mind for humanity clue.

Place of humanity is negligible in gyration life

Selfish attitude ruins the pious values in strife

Pure heart manifests true essence of humanity

It gives cosmic happiness and paves towards divinity.

About the Poet

Prof. (Dr)Laxmikanta Dash is a multi-faceted personality and a bilingual poet who has excelled his proficiency in various field of art and culture. At present Dr. Dash is serving as Head of the Department (HOD), Education at Sukinda College, Sukinda, Jajpur, Odisha having more than twenty-nine years of teaching experiences.

Dr. Dash garnered numerous accolades from various literary organisations in India and abroad. He has received more than Thirty three numbers of honorary doctorate from various universities and literacy organisations of the world. To his credit Dr. Dash has received prestigious honorary D- Litt from UNO and Theopany University, USA in Education. He also received Global Poet Award, Best English Writer Award from Bangladesh, Clasical English literature award and his poem published in Hyper poem,Guinness world records, Apart from this he has received hundreds of award and recognitions from various literary organisations in India and abroad. His book "Pritira satadala, Priti Lagna,Cascading love, Pseudo humanity, Peace Resurrected Educational Philosophy of Sri Sri Thakur Anukulchandra A Great Ideal man of Twentieth Century"are highly acclaimed by the readers.

*Collected from the poet by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৫:০৩ পিএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

Poem - The Songstress in the Tavern

The Songstress in the Tavern Prof. Dr. Tzemin Ition Tsai (Taiwan)

Lights in an inn have been dimmed,

A songstress is singing her heart out.

Her sound is like a bird in flight,

Don't wait for a night to give up.

The words in the song are like a poem,

Filled with beauty and sophistication,

Rather tell of loving and losing,

I don't want to hold on to the burning pain in my heart.

Now you are far away,

Wandering around on my own makes me feel frustrated.

The memories come back to give me some comfort,

But I am longing to keep my sanity.

The heart that you once touched and ached,

I have no nourishment.

It has been a part of my life for a very long time.

I'll keep it sealed with beeswax,

Until I know that someday we will be together again.

সরাইখানায় গায়িকা

অধ্যাপক ড. জেমিন ইশন সাই (তাইওয়ান)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

একটি সরাইখানার আলো নিভে গেছে,

একজন গায়িকা তার মন খুলে গান গাইছে।

তার শব্দ উড়তে থাকা পাখির মতো,

অপেক্ষা করো না একটি রাত ছেড়ে দেওয়ার জন্য

গানের কথাগুলো কবিতার মতো,

সৌন্দর্য এবং পরিশীলিততায় ভরা,

বরং ভালবাসা এবং হারানোর কথা বলো

আমি আমার হৃদয়ে জ্বলন্ত বেদনা ধরে রাখতে চাই না

এখন তুমি অনেক দূরে,

নিজের মতো করে ঘুরে বেড়ানো আমাকে হতাশ করে।

স্মৃতিগুলো ফিরে আসে আমাকে একটু সান্ত্বনা দিতে,

কিন্তু আমি আকুল আমার বিবেক বজায় রাখতে।

যে হৃদয় তুমি একবার ছুঁয়েছিলে এবং বেদনা দিয়েছিলে,

আমার নেই কোন পুষ্টি।

খুব দীর্ঘ সময়ের জন্য আমার জীবনের একটি অংশ হয়েছে এটি।

মোম দিয়ে বন্ধ করে রাখব,

যতক্ষণ না আমি জানি যে কোনও দিন আমরা আবার একসাথে হব।

*এই কবিতাটি ইংরেজি থেকে বাংলায় অনুবাদ করা হয়েছে মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ - এর দ্বারা অরঙ্গাবাদ, মুর্শিদাবাদ পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত থেকে

(This poem has been translated into Bengali from English by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad

, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India)*

০৫:০১ পিএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

সামসেরগঞ্জে ৭৫ কেজি গাঁজা সহ গ্রেপ্তার এক, বাজেয়াপ্ত কন্টেনার, আদালতে পাঠালো পুলিশ

০৮:৩৫ এএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

সুতি, সামসেরগঞ্জ এবং ফরাক্কা—এই তিনটি বিধানসভা কেন্দ্র নিয়ে একটি কর্মীসভা SDPI এর

০৮:২৯ এএম, ১০ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ সোমবার

Poem - Daughters Are Also Sold

Daughters Are Also Sold

Anila Bukhari (Pakistan)

In the era of ignorance, it was heard

That they were often discarded.

Mothers would abandon them and fathers would cast them away

To a distant place where deep wells would swallow their cries forever.

Even today, this tradition persists

In my country,

In remote, desolate regions,

Where the poison of poverty seeps through families.

When a little daughter dons a crimson dress,

She becomes invincible.

All her dreams remain tethered to her tiny feet,

But alas, her laughter never returns.

Her emotions are bartered away,

Her precious eyes lose their value,

And she herself is sold without a price.

কন্যারাও বিক্রি হয়

অনিলা বুখারী (পাকিস্তান)

অনুবাদ: মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ (ভারত)

অজ্ঞতার যুগে শোনা যেত

যে তাদেরকে প্রায়ই বাতিল করা হতো

মায়েরা তাদের ত্যাগ করত আর বাবারা তাদের ফেলে দিত

দূরবর্তী স্থানে যেখানে গভীর কূপ তাদের কান্না চিরকাল গ্রাস করত

আজও এই ঐতিহ্য বজায় রয়েছে

আমার দেশে,

প্রত্যন্ত, ঊষর অঞ্চলে,

যেখানে পরিবারে দারিদ্র্যের বিষ ঝরে।

যখন একটি ছোট মেয়ে একটি লাল রঙের পোশাক পরে,

সে অজেয় হয়ে ওঠে।

তার সমস্ত স্বপ্ন আটকে থাকে তার ছোট পায়ের সাথে,

কিন্তু আফসোস, তার হাসি আর আসে না ফিরে।

তার আবেগগুলো ছিনিয়ে নেওয়া হয়,

তার মূল্যবান চোখ তাদের মূল্য হারায়,

এবং সে নিজেই একটি মূল্য ছাড়া বিক্রি হয়।

*এই কবিতাটি ইংরেজি থেকে বাংলায় অনুবাদ করা হয়েছে মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ - এর দ্বারা অরঙ্গাবাদ, মুর্শিদাবাদ পশ্চিমবঙ্গ, ভারত থেকে

(This poem has been translated into Bengali from English by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India)*

০৯:৫১ পিএম, ৯ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ রোববার

Poem - Right path

Right path

Anupama Kadwad

As I move forward in Life

There are many paths to choose,

Some treacherous and risky.

Taking each step forward is an ordeal

Hazy and blurred is the picture seen,

Know not what lays ahead,

Inspite of the difficulty and insecurity,

My heart says everything will be alright.

For I know at every step God is with me,

With deep faith I follow your footsteps

Oh Lord,

At times I may fall down but you give me strength to rise again,

Hurdles and blockages are part of everyone"s journey.

Hardly anyone gets a smooth sailing venture,

Tough instances makes us strong and resilient,

Your steps may not be visible to me,

But you guide me in my walk of Life.

As I follow your footsteps, my feet do not falter

I am able to forge ahead with your support.

About the Poetess

Anupama Kadwad is a multilingual poet from Mumbai, India who writes in English, Hindi and Marathi languages.

Her poem book ‘My World’ was published in January 2016. Poet of the year 2023 Award from Asian Literary Society. Founder of writing community Poesy Tales

Many of her poems are published in national and international magazines. She has co-authored in over 50 anthologies. Her travelogue’s are published in renowned Travel magazines like Trip advisor and Holiday IQ.

*Collected from the Poetess by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৯:৫০ পিএম, ৯ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ রোববার

সৃষ্টিসুধা সাহিত্য পত্রিকার সংকলন প্রকাশ ও সাহিত্য অনুষ্ঠান

সৃষ্টিসুধা সাহিত্য পত্রিকার সংকলন প্রকাশ ও সাহিত্য অনুষ্ঠান
মোঃ ইজাজ আহামেদ

কলকাতা, ৯ ফেব্রুয়ারি, ২০২৫ : আজ রবিবার শিয়ালদহের কৃষ্ণপদ ঘোষ মেমোরিয়াল হলে প্রকাশিত হল সৃষ্টিসুধা সাহিত্য পত্রিকা ও লেখনী প্রকাশন আয়োজিত 'সৃজন ধারা' সংকলনের শুভ মোড়ক উন্মোচন ও সাহিত্য অনুষ্ঠান। এদিন সৃষ্টিসুধার ছত্রছায়ায় সেই সাথে প্রকাশিত হল কবি দীপক কুমার সৌ মণ্ডলের একক সংকলন 'দিয়া'। ৬০ জন কলমচির লেখনীতে সমৃদ্ধ হয়েছে এই সংকলন। পত্রিকার প্রতিষ্ঠাতা দীপঙ্কর বর্মন, যুগ্ন সম্পাদক দীনবন্ধু ঘোষ ও মোঃ মুরসালিন হকের সম্মিলিত প্রচেষ্টায় অনুষ্ঠানটি সুন্দরভাবে অনুষ্ঠিত হয়েছে । প্রোজ্জ্বল রায় চৌধুরী, রাখি পাইক এডমিন অনুষ্ঠানে উপস্থিত ছিলেন । অনুষ্ঠানের সভাপতিত্ব করেন কবি ইমদাদুল ইসলাম । বিশেষ অতিথি হিসেবে ছিলেন অর্পিতা কামিল্যা। এছাড়া বিশিষ্ট অতিথি উপস্থিত হিসেবে ছিলেন বলিষ্ঠ লেখক দেবব্রত মাজী । প্রায় অর্ধ শতাধিক কবি সাহিত্যিকদের উপস্থিতিতে অনুষ্ঠানটি মুখরিত হয়ে উঠে। অনুষ্ঠানটি শুরু হয় ১১টা নাগাদ এবং শেষ হয় বিকেল ৩টা নাগাদ। অনুষ্ঠানটি সঞ্চালনা করেন কবি দীনবন্ধু ঘোষ । প্রত্যেক লেখকের বলার জন্য ৫মিঃ করে সময় নির্ধারিত হয়। সৃজন ধারা সংকলন প্রকাশে সৃষ্টিসুধা সাহিত্য পত্রিকার উদ্দেশে ইমদাদুল ইসলামের রচিত থিম সং অনুষ্ঠানে আলাদা মাত্রা এনে দেয়। এই সংকলনে কলম ধরেছেন যে সমস্ত লেখক তারা হলেন দীপঙ্কর বর্মন, ইমদাদুল ইসলাম, মহম্মদ মফিজুল ইসলাম, কাকলি বিশ্বাস, রুজিনা বেগম, অরিজিতা ঘোষ, প্রীতি সরদার, প্রসূন বিশ্বাস , রাজু বৈরাগী, রাফিকফুজ্জামান খান, অসীম মন্ডল , বিমল চন্দ্র পাল, উজ্জ্বল মন্ডল, সমর কুমার বোস, সামিউল ইসলাম, মিতালী বোস, সুশীল বন্দ্যোপাধ্যায়, সর্বেশ্বর মন্ডল, বরুণ চন্দ্র পাল, মাম্পি সরকার, অজয় মুখোপাধ্যায়, নীলাদ্রি রুজ, জয়দেব মাল, গৌতম পাল, রিয়া ভট্টাচার্য্য, সুজিত চৌধুরী, সুবীর কুমার ঘোষ, ডাঃ শ্যামল বৈদ্য, বিমল চন্দ্ৰ পাল, প্রণব শিকদার, সুকুমার পয়রা, সাবিত্রী নন্দী, আব্দুল আসীফ,
পাল সোমা, বিপ্লব মণ্ডল, বিভাস দাস, শান্তি দাস, সুবল চন্দ্র দাস, রূপশ্রী সেনগুপ্ত, প্রদীপ কুমার সৌ মণ্ডল, রিমা মাইতি, সুবীর দাস, গার্গী সরকার, কনিকা সরকার, ইন্দ্রাণী চৌধুরী, ডঃ দেবব্ৰত মাজী, অশোক মণ্ডল, স্মৃতি রেখা ঘোষ, প্রফুল্ল কুমার মণ্ডল, দীনবন্ধু ঘোষ, রাখি পাইক, মোঃ মুরসালিন হক, কামাল হাসান, প্রোজ্জ্বল রায় চৌধুরী, আশিকুল আলম বিশ্বাস, সঞ্জয় বৈরাগ্য, চঞ্চল প্রামাণিক, নূপুর মাহাতো প্রমুখ।

০৯:০৬ পিএম, ৯ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ রোববার

POEM - MYTH OF THE NIGHT !

MYTH OF THE NIGHT !

Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai

I ask noon if it has met anyone like you

I hunt for the face like yours all around

The buds haven't found anyone like you

Florists aren't sure of flowers like you

With that gait on heaven or the earth

The killing tresses, the lotus petal lips Intoxicating eyes only myth of the night

The Google confirms 'ur special status

Your uniqueness makes one really crazy

What should I call you,a Beauty or Bomb

If I may say so there is no poem like you .

*Collected from the poet by Md Ejaj Ahamed*

০৪:৪৭ পিএম, ৯ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০২৫ রোববার